New Ulm weekly review., 1887-12-14

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Queen! Dearie me! replied Sylvia.
Queens don't wash dishes. and darn
stockings. and - 81
81 don t know, = he answered Yes
q guess some queens d want to darn
their baby's stockings. Well ask
Queen Victoria about it when we GO
to see. her. =
Sylvia looked sober. Any queen
would be glad to see grand pa, and she
would make her just the prettiest
work basket, with a pink pin cushion
IL one corner, and rustic .sV'' work
ed ~ 3s ss
Good by little one! said grand
pa. n. Y
ood-by."
The dishes washed and the house
tidied, Sylvia t took her pitcher to 90
for the milk. Over the old coal road
Mr.. Marsh's cows passed to and from
pasture. @ III f.3: #: a.
AS she walked along she looked far
down into the valley where lay her
home, low and white. with petals of
the white roses blowing from it like
snowfakes H q. q
..Mr. Marsh,'' she said, when she
had watched him milking awhile,
please let me- try to milk. '' 's. .
II want to know!" he exclaimed.
'Lemme see your fingers. Oh! them
little things. They-why, old Gem'd
think they wuz fly legs and kick.
Please letme try" she said.
She tried, and succeed ed so we'll that
the next Tuesday Ne. Marsh said she
could do. her own milking right at her
own door.
So, every morning, when she heard
the tinkling Of the bell, she went out
with carrot for old Gem, and MIXED
her yellow pitcher full.
Happy wood life! But it all came
to an end one night in this way.
Supper was ready, puffy white bis
cults from Mrs. Marsh, and nice brown
slices ofham on the table, and the
tea was simmering on the Goals.
Sylvia went to call her grandfather,
who was hard at work telling tree
that seemed in danger Of falling on
the house; but he knew how to make
it fall away from the house.
"Supper's ready!" she called. @
"Don't sayP' he replied. ''Well, I
can't say as / am, quite; I'd like to
get this tree down first, Missy"
please, come now. an finish chop
pin after supper" Sylvia answered.
After supper he. sat down in the red
freight.
"For just minute he said.
But soon-nod, nod, nod he was
fast asleep. In all hour he had start
ed up with wide open eyes, declaring
that he had "nigh about got to Sleep"
and pinchlng Sylvia's lips when they
smiled. They had both forgotten the
half.felled tree, and soon they were
asleep in bed. Monser and Towser
We're asleep on the hearth, where the.
fire-which they usually needed in the
evening slowly to sleep un-
der its gray ashes. /. ,..
9s When Sylvia awoke in the night the
wild souging OF the trees and the hard
beating of the rain told that it was
storming. She listened awhile i'll q
little dread, but soon slept calmly
again.
A frlghtful crash awoke her. She
started up. A falling timber had
struck her. With heart choked with
fright. she sprang from her bed.
There lay grandpa, huge limb of
the fallen tree across his body. She
Went to him. He was breathing hardly.
'.Oh! Grandpa! Grandpa!''
A thread OF scarlet wound across
his white forehead
"Oh! Grandpa! Grandpa!"
But grandpa could not hear. Only
One could hear, now. Her pale shiver-
ing lips moved, and her eyes looked
OUT Through the open roof into the
dark sky.
The prayer was heard. It's answer
was q brave heart. Calm and strong
now, she started to rise. "A dart OF
pain from her bruised or broken limb
made her heart faint. She could not
walk, hardly crawl. MI yss *S
She crept slowly to the door. It
had ceased raining. Dim1Y she saw
the tree tops surge and fall, like dark,
wild waves. down the mountain side.
She crept back. The blood oozed
still from the broken temple. In a
moment she had torn 8 sleeve from
her night dress and bound the wound.
Then she bowed her head upon the
breast, where the old heart beat faint
ly. She knew not what to do. Again
she looked out through the shattered
roof and prayed Her heart grew
faint. Upon the pillow OF that hard
breast she slept the deadly sleep OF
faint. T3 III
The cool, air revived her. It was
Lighter dawn now. FAINT, tar off she
heard the tinkling OF a bell. The cows
were coming home.
a brave, quick thought came. There
was one hope Of getting help, OF saving
], her grand dfather!s sSIs
Hastily wrapping the large gray
shawl about her, she crept slowly to
the door, out in the chilly air. Slowly,
every movement with sickening pain,
she crawled over the wet grass.
At last she cresps up on the big rock
! by tho roadside. Some water lies ia
q hollow OF it. She bathes her faiat-
ing temples and waits and prays.
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